Enter Clara.
Cla. Ha! Friendly here alone. Now, now, my Fears begin.[Aside.
So, Sir, you are return’d I see.[To him.
Fri. Madam, I am, and like those noble Knights in former times, after subduing all their Ladies Foes, returning with the joyful News of Conquest, receive her trembling to their longing Arms, and claim her as their own, so I——.
Cla. What mean you, Sir?
Fri. Madam, You are obeyed, your hard Commands fulfilled; at your Request I’ve kill’d my Friend, nay and my best of Friends.
Cla. How? kill’d your Friend for me.
Fri. Indeed ’tis true.
Cla. Then thou art truly wretched: But say, say quickly, who’s this unhappy Man whom thy Mistake hath thus untimely kill’d?
Fri. Bonvile.
Cla. Bonvile said you? My Blood with an unusual Course runs backward from my Heart! Horror has seiz’d my Soul! A thick-black Mist has overcast my Sight, and I am not the same: but speak, O speak again, Was it Bonvile?